[Didn’t I tell you not to disrupt the order of this world anymore?!]
In the pitch-black darkness.
The goddess’s voice, crying out as if in anguish, reverberates loudly through the surroundings.
[Didn’t I ask you not to provoke that thing by summoning chaos—I said as much! □□□ □□, are you truly intent on hastening the collapse? Do you really wish to witness the end of this world?!]
The sharp resentment laced in her voice strikes vividly, as if it were a dagger piercing the skin.
Yet Seongjin merely gazed at Yustitia steadily, offering no particular reply.
[If you keep acting like this, neither of us will see a particularly good outcome, you know?]
[What? What do you mean by that……?]
[I’m saying don’t pointlessly blame others. Do you think throwing around such unreasonable demands will make your position here even slightly better?]
[……!]
Faced with this unexpectedly firm retort, the goddess faltered, her mouth agape, at a loss for words.
Whoosh!
Seizing the moment, Seongjin maneuvered Demon King No. 2 to once again ward off the leech creeping up from behind, then continued speaking.
[Let’s skip the long talk and focus solely on the results before us. Right now, I’m the only one in this world who can harm that thing. Isn’t…